Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.